Masked Desires

Chapter 22: Killian

It's 1 PM, and we're both in bed. Sophie's naked body is draped over mine, her skin warm against me. I glance down and see the hickeys I left on her neck, and a satisfied smile spreads across my face—those are mine.

I start tracing my finger along her bare back, my mind racing with thoughts of what I'm going to do with her. I can't get enough of her. She needed someone gentle to take her virginity, but I couldn't control myself. Now, John's little angel is my little devil, though I can't bring myself to trust her completely. There's a darkness in her, one I can't ignore. But maybe it's because of how I am with her, that she acts the way she does.

As I'm lost in thought, I feel a soft touch against my skin, a finger tracing the lines of my tattoo. I glance down and see her tracing her own name inked on me. Her eyes meet mine, filled with curiosity as she asks, "Why do you have my name tattooed if you hate me?"

I stay silent, my expression unreadable. The truth is, I don't really know why I did it, but I'm not about to share that with her. So, I ignore her question, letting the silence linger between us, keeping my reasons locked away.

I then shift my gaze to the thorn ring she wears on her finger, a twisted symbol of everything complicated between us. My thumb brushes over the sharp edges, a reminder of the pain we've both inflicted. "I'm sorry," I say quietly, though I'm not sure if I'm apologizing for the past, for what I've done, or for what I'm about to do. The words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. She doesn't respond, just watches me with those eyes that always seem to see through everything, even the things I'm not ready to admit to myself.

She shifts away from me and gets up, moving toward the nearby dresser. She grabs a towel and wraps it around herself, covering her naked body. I watch her, a mix of frustration and amusement bubbling up inside me.

"No, don't," I say, though my voice carries more playfulness than authority.

She doesn't listen. Instead, she strides toward the bathroom, bangs the shower door shut, and turns on the water, letting it roar. The sound drowns out any chance of conversation, and she ignores me completely. I can't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all, the tension between us giving way to a strange, lighthearted moment despite everything.

My phone starts vibrating on the nightstand—it's Leo. The message reads, "You getting to work?" I sigh and reply, "Of course I'm coming, don't worry. I'm just so stressed out about the enemies and everything going on." I take a deep breath and close my eyes for a few moments, trying to gather my thoughts before facing the chaos ahead.

Forty minutes later

Sophie emerges from the bathroom, her legs shaking and her movements unsteady from last night. I look at her, concerned. "Still sore?" I ask.

She nods, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yh."

"Come here," I say, extending a hand toward her.

She slowly makes her way over to me, her steps cautious and deliberate. I help her sit down on the edge of the bed, gently guiding her into a more comfortable position.

"Let me see," I say, my voice softer now. I carefully start to examine her.

"Does it hurt anywhere in particular?" I ask, my fingers brushing lightly over her skin as I try to gauge how she's feeling.

She winces slightly but shakes her head. "Just... everywhere," she murmurs.
I don't think and part her pussy lips. I put 3 of my thick fingers in and can't help myself push it in further. Sophie moans in both pain and pleasure she moves her hip wanting more friction. But I stop realising we did too much last night.

I nod, understanding. "Okay, let's take it easy today. We'll figure out something to make you more comfortable." I reach for a nearby pillow and place it behind her back to offer some extra support. "Rest for a bit, and I'll get us both something to eat. You need to keep your strength up."

I lean in and kiss her gently on the belly. She has no idea what surprise is waiting for her.

She nods and leans back, closing her eyes as she starts to relax. I give her one last reassuring look before heading out to handle the day's demands, feeling a mix of concern and responsibility weighing heavily on me.